singinghuntress | Fourth Shot [Accidental Audio]

[For a moment there's silence before the sound of a young woman humming can be heard. For anyone who may know a certain German Opera, it may sound familiar as it's accompanied by the sound of metal scraping against metal. Eventually that noise stops only to be replaced with the sound of a gun being cocked.

For several long moments there's the sound of silence only to have it broken by the sound of a musket shot immediately followed by the sound of two hits... from one shot. ]

It zeems I am a little rusty. I should have been able to get all five of zhose large moths.

[ooc: for those who are curious, this is what she's humming/singing under her breath. ]

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By the time he got there, she was long gone. Rip knew she had only scarce moments to make her get away and decided to make the best of it. And so she did, clutching her newly found musket and racing down the streets, dodging into alleyways and searching for a hiding spot. Anywhere with a vantage point!

Eventually she raced into an abandoned building that looked like it had seen better days. A deathtrap really yet that didn't stop her from scrambling over rubble and climbing up to the highest point she could find and began the task of loading her treasure.

Her pursuer caught up easily, such a wonderful scent he could never lose. However, he stopped outside the building she'd apparently entered. It could collapse at any time it seemed. And he had no wish to be buried in a mountain of rubble

So, he started walking up the side of the building.

Rip was tense. Eyes and ears strained to catch any sight, any sound of her captor, of the dreadful Dark Hunter. Her musket was trained on the entrance, positive he would enter there! There was only the one and other then that there were windows, too high for anyone to enter from. Normally anyway.

The huntress was tense, fear and adrenaline coursing through her system as she waited, still and silent.

And then he saw her. She hadn't been expecting him to not come up the stairs.

He fazed through the wall behind her and went to grab her by the back of the throat.

The sensation of gloved hand grasping the back of her throat was the only warning she had for his arrival! She hadn't been expecting him to come any other way then at the front!

For the briefest of moments, fear froze her in his grasp before panic kicked in. Almost immediately she began to struggle and try to pull away. Even if she managed to get her neck free, he would still be able to grasp quite the handful of her long raven locks.

"Caught you again, Rip Van WInkle" he chuckled darkly, reeling her in by her hair with his free hand, the one on her neck grabbed hold of her musket and pulled it up to her neck, pinning her between him and the weapon.

"Really, you should have learned not to aquire such a long-ranged weapon against me" he said in her ear.

A scream tore from her as he pulled her back by her hair, bringing tears to her eyes as he tore the musket from her and pressed it against her throat, cutting off any sound she may have made as he pinned her.

Hands scrabbled to try and pull the musket away from her throat as legs kicked out, scrabbling against rubble as she tried to wriggle her way out.

Fear and panic over rode her, she wanted to get away! Flashes of the moments before she wound up here flashing through her minds eye! Not again! God not again! She managed a strangled pleading whimper as she felt his words upon her ear. Not again...

However, instead of pinning her to the wall with her own musket again, he yanked it from her grasp and hoisted her over his shoulder like a prized deer, grip on her thigh to hold her up there was bruising but...no impalement.

He started walking out of the building.

She felt relief the moment she realized she wasn't going to be impaled again... only to have all her fear dispelled as he hoisted her over his shoulder like a petulant child. She blinked a few times, her glasses sliding down her nose as she attempted to comprehend what just happened.

Did he just...? Yes. He did. Anger welled in her as she elbowed him in the back.

"Vat... zhe hell."

He ignored the elbow, "Behave up there or I'll knock you unconscious"

They left the ruin of a building and headed for his place again.

She growled and pushed her glasses up her nose. Yet, the threat worked. She didn't elbow him again as he carried her.

"I can valk you know."

"Oh yes, I know, but you'll just scamper away once I put you down" he chuckled.

He headed down the street, jerking her back up his shoulder when she started to slide down.

She growled softly a he chuckled, only to be cut off with a soft 'oof' as he readjusted her on his shoulder. He was not being gentle in the slightest!

She wriggled a bit, wanting to make it a little harder on him. Perhaps he would drop her and she could get away. At least, she hoped that would happen.

His grip on the back of her thigh tightened, painfully, "Behave" he warned, smacking her backside with the musket

The painful grip had been expected. But to be smacked with her own musket!? That was an outrage. She growled and elbowed him harder in the back before settling down.

"Leave mein musket out of zhis."

He gave her ass another smack with it for good measure, and to piss her off. He enjoyed that anger of hers.

"Where'd you find it anyway?"

Her anger flared as he smacked her again with the musket. This time she yanked on his hair in her anger before crossing her arms.

"I found it vith zome help."

He decided not to hit her again, it was more childish than fun now.

"From who?"

She remained silent for several moments as he continued to walk. Really, this had to be the lest comfortable position that she had ever had the displeasure of being in.

"A man named Spike. He vas rather nice und no, I did not eat him."

He really could care less about her comfort level.

He'd seen this SPike around ont eh PCD but never interected with him. "And the ammo?"

She grumbled and shifted.

"Zame place. Zhere vasn't much zo I lucked out. It vas the zame vith zhe gunpowder."

"Well, you'll be having neither until you learn to behave. I recently earned you bit someone. Which makes two victims already. You won't be fed for a week either."

Truthfully he didn't know what to do with her. Killing or hurting her may attract unwanted attention from the colonel as well as Urahara, which in turn would result in a penalty on him if they believed her to be the innocent she came off as for the most part.

Rip tensed at his words. She worked hard to get that gun! There was no way in hell she would just let him take it from her and as for the feeding.. she growled. If he didn't want her feeding off of these so called innocents, then it made no sense to starve her!

Rip renewed her struggling as she spoke.

"Zhat iz ridiculous! If you do not vant me feeding on zhem zhen vat ist zhe point in letting me ztarve! Un how exactly are you going to ztop me hm? You are not avake every hour of zhe day you know!"

She had no illusion that she could probably get him in trouble if she wanted. Though... She feared what he would do if she did.

This was true, and without Baskerville, he couldn't watch her when the need to sleep was on the rise. He'd have to figure something out with Urahara and the rest to keep a close eye on Rip.

For now, he kept silent as he walked, occasionally jostling her as he adjusted his hold on her.

His silence unnerved her slightly as he adjusts her from time to time. She even falls silent herself as she stills. This is still very uncomfortable and very embarrassing.

After several moment she finally spoke.

"Vy are you keeping me anyvay. Zhere haz to be more zhan protecting zhe pathetic humans."